PAMELA (raging—up to TULLY—then crossing down R.). Harmless! Harmless! A man who can sleep in six different beds in one night—harmless! (Throwing arms up on last “harmless.”)
TULLY. Six! Impossible! It would be a record.
PAMELA (up to table R.C., picks up bundle of telegrams—hands them to TULLY). Read for yourself.
TULLY. “John stayed here, Kew.” (Reading.) “John stayed here, Bloomsbury.” “John stayed, Barnes.” Kensington—Bloomsbury to Kew—Kew to Kensington—Kensington to Barnes. It couldn’t be done in the time! Oh, I can quite understand this. It’s all John’s friends—all anxious to shield him from the fury of his wife.
PAMELA (angrily). I beg your pardon!
(Snatches telegrams from TULLY.)
TULLY. I mean all anxious to shield him from your displeasure. John has such a host of good friends. There isn’t one who wouldn’t lay down his life for him. Why, John’s one of the best in the world.
PAMELA (crossing to L. by table down L.). I am quite a broad-minded woman, Mr. Tully. I don’t expect men to be angels. But there’s a limit to everything.
TULLY (crossing to PAMELA). I quite agree with you in that, Mrs. Ayers, but as a broad-minded woman you must see that a man like John wants a little relaxation, and there’s really no harm if he does go out to dinner occasionally with—what was it he called them?—little pieces—no, little bits of fluff.